Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:37:09 -0700
From: J M
Subject: LIMOUSINE - 7
Limousine - 7
by rollerboy_1979
I was sitting in the library reflecting on my benefactor's life, my
encounter with Prince Harry two nights before, and how much I was enjoying
the Scottish culture. I wore my kilt every day and made sure that Aaron
did too. We both enjoyed wearing them "regimental", the traditional way
without underwear. It is very liberating to wear nothing under such a
garment. Aaron continued to train hard and do cycles of steroids, always
being careful not to overdose. I too did a "gear" cycle or two and found
the results to be absolutely amazing. I quickly put on about 20lbs of pure
muscle and looked more cut than ever. It made wearing a kilt with no shirt
very hot, so I had Aaron go shirtless while in the castle. All I had to do
was see him in his kilt without a shirt and I'd get an instant "woody".
I looked up from the fire and there stood Aaron in his Gordon kilt, with a
glass of sherry for me. He leaned forward to serve me my drink and said,
"Sir, would you like to take a tour of some of the more interesting parts
of the castel?". I looked up at him and he winked. That was enough to
whet my appetite so I responded, "Why, yes I would Aaron". I downed my
sherry and placed the Waterford goblet on the Sterling silver tray and rose
to follow Aaron. He walked over to the library wall and pulled out a book
which instantly made a section of the bookshelf open like a door. "Wow, a
secret passageway!", I declared. "Yes, yes it is, sir", said Aaron as he
led me down a stone stairway that led to God knows where. He flipped a
switch and lights came on to light the way. Somehow, torches or a big
candelabra would have been more romantic, but this is 2008 after all.
There was a door at the bottom of the staircase that opened when Aaron
punched in a number on a keypad. The room was large and completely walled
with mirrors. It was set up for bondage games and had every manner of
confinement contraption you could imagine, including an antique "Iron
Maiden", which I was sure was only there as a prop. Aaron turned to me and
said, "Master Jeremy was fond of leather and bondage games, sir". It was
clear that my benefactor's son had a dark side. I stammered, "Did Jeremy
like to give or take?". Aaron sheepishly answered, "Well, Sir, he liked it
both ways and when I was dishing it out, he preferred that I make it seem
real". There stood this gentle giant telling me that he would strap his
Master in leg irons and leather, and speak to him like a sex slave; the
thought made me hard.
It was getting late and we were overdue for our evening sex session, so I
suggested that we give the room a try. Aaron was pleased to oblige. He
asked me if I wanted him to play the role of Master to my slave and I said
"Yes!". He responded, "Sir, are you sure?". I said, "Yes, Oh, yes!". His
angelic face suddenly turned dark and sinister. He glared at me and slowly
ran his left hand through my hair. He stared into my eyes and then grabbed
a fistfull of hair, pulling my head back. I said, "Ouch!", and he bellowed
in my face, "Shut the fuck up, slave!". My eyes were as big as saucers as
his hot breath hit my face. My sweet, gentle, musclebound manservant had
turned into a crazed monster who was bent on having his way with me. I was
scared shitless and got hard as a rock as he slowly pulled me down to my
knees by my hair. He lifted his kilt with his right hand as he pushed my
head towards his cock with his left. His uncut penis was semi-erect and
lucious. He yelled, "Suck my big cock, slut!". I dutifully did what I was
told, partly because I wanted to play along but mostly because he had me in
his iron grip and wasn't letting go. He rammed my head forward and shoved
his dick in my open mouth. He started fucking my mouth, burying his cock
deep into my throat. I'm used to having his cock in my mouth, but I'm
usually in control. He was pushing my head towards him as he rapidly
fucked my head. I was gagging and trying to breath as he rammed it into me
with his head flung back. He started to moan and increased his thrusting
so I knew what was coming (pardon the pun). He exploded into my mouth
sending billions of sperm cells down my throat. I swallowed and gagged as
I tried to handle the volume of cum. It ran out of my mouth and down my
chin as I tried to keep up.
When he finished, he let loose his grip on my hair as he pushed me down to
the floor. "I'm going to rip your fucking clothes off cocksucker", he
screamed as he lunged at me on the floor. He grabbed my kilt and pulled it
down to my ankles, ripped off my shoes and kilt hose, then tore off my
shirt. Clothes were flying everywhere, then in a flash he scooped me up
and put me down on a table. As rough as it must have seemed, he never hurt
me, but I had new found respect for the power that man could wield if he
had to. I always felt comfortable with him at my side, now I was convinced
that he was a formidable force to be reconned with. He strapped my wrists
and hands with leather constraints, then proceeded to turn a crank that
pulled me from both ends. He screamed, "I'm going to pull you apart you
little fuck", as he turned the crank. It felt oddly good and just when I
thought he'd reached the point where it may begin to hurt, he stopped. He
said, "Look at that sorry excuse for a dick......I have toes bigger than
that puny piece of shit". His demeaning language made me feel small and
insignificant, so I could see how torture and that kind of language can
reduce someone to a blithering idiot that would sell his own mother for
relief. I was totally immobilized and at his mercy. He then came around
to face me and grabbed my rock hard dick in his hand, lowered his mouth to
it and gently bit on my foreskin. He pulled at it with his teeth, then
lifted his head and yelled, "Do you want to be circumsized? I could bite
off your hood and spit it onto the floor". Although I knew he wouldn't do
that, just the threat made me shiver. He went down on my cock with a
savageness I had never seen before. He violently sucked my dick as he
rammed his finger in my hole, saying, "I'm gonna ream you out so I can fuck
you later". "No, wait. I have a better idea motherfucker", he declared.
He stopped what he was doing and walked over to a cabinet. He opened the
door, rooted around, and came out with a contraption I'd never seen before.
He came back to me and started to strap something around my rigid cock. He
then lubed my ass and inserted a stainless steel butt plug. I could see
all this in the mirrored ceiling. He then came over and put a neoprene
hood over my head, complete with a ball gag for my mouth. He stretched the
hood on my head and positioned the ball gag in my mouth so I could not
speak. It was a eerie feeling. He went back to my cock and in the mirror
I could see him lubricating what looked like a stainless steel rod, that he
proceeded to insert into my peehole. It was probably 3 inches long and
felt like 10. He proceeded to clip wires to the collar around my dick and
the rod sticking out of my dickhead, and to the butt plug in my ass. "I'm
going to fry your ass now little prick", he growled as he hooked the wires
to the box from the cabinet. He turned a dial on the device and I could
feel pulses of energy going through my body. With each pulse, my cock
would twitch in unison. He gradually increased the voltage until the
pleasure became so intense, it bordered on painful, but just on the
threshold. I could feel the orgasm building up inside me and felt my
prostate gland throb with each pulse of electricity. My cock was twitching
at a rapid pace, and then suddenly, the ejaculations started in blinding
succession. My cock was twitching back and forth while spewing cum out of
the hole in the stainless steel Prince's want he placed in my urethra. The
orgasm was so intense, each shot of cum nearly reached the ceiling. It was
the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, and I had no part in it because I
was totally immobilized on a "rack". I nearly passed out from the
intensity.
After the spasms subsided, Aaron unhooked the wires, slipped the rod out of
my dick, and the plug out of my ass, then said, "Now that I've fried your
equipment, I'm going to rip you a new one, slave boy!". He relieved the
tension on the rack, then lifted me up enough to place me in handcuffs
behind my back. He kept the hood on my head and the gag in my mouth, so I
was unable to say anything. He had a wild look in his eyes that was
frightening. He picked me up and carried me to a leather sling device that
was lying on the floor but attached to a cable system. He lay me down in
the center of the device, then proceeded to pull on a pulley that lifted me
up from the floor while cradling me in the harness. He stopped after I was
a few feet from the floor and stapped my ankles in leather cuffs so they
were high in the air and my rosebud was fully exposed and vulnerable. He
lifted me a little higher, stopped, and walked to the other side of the
room. "Get ready for the worst reaming you've ever had, bitch boy!", he
declared. I was lying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my ass in
the air, and my ankles up high. I could hear him rolling something towards
me, then I felt cold lube being slathered on my hole. I looked up at the
mirrored ceiling and saw a machine facing my ass with the biggest pink
latex cock attached to a rod protruding from it.........a fuck machine!
"Oh, God", I mumbled through the gag in my mouth. He brought it so close
that it was touching my sphincter ring. Then he said, "Are you ready to
get fucked, you little fucking bastard?". I mumbled and nodded, "Yes". He
flipped a switch and slowly moved the machine forward. The tip of the
dildo penetrated my ass ring and I felt a momentary flash of pain as it
parted my rosebud. Once it's entire length was in, he picked up the pace
and the machine relentlessly fucked me. The rythmic thrusting made me want
to hump the machine to the extent that I could as I hung suspended in the
air. Aaron came around and glared down at me from above, then proceeded to
remove the ball gag from my mouth. With the hood still on, and my hands
and feet immobilized, the fuck machine fucking me wildly, he leaned down
and said, "Now, suck my balls asshole". He stepped forward and dropped his
loose ballsack into my mouth. His balls were hairless and heavy, loosly
hanging down and into my mouth. I sucked on his balls and twirled them
around in my mouth with my tongue as the fucking machine hammered away at
my hole. All of a sudden, I could feel a hot stream of liquid hitting my
abs........Aaron was pissing on my chest while he spoke to me in a most
denegrating way. "That's for all the times you bossed me around you little
jerk". "I hate your guts you fucking little pervert". I was convinced
that this was all a part of his act, because I had his testicles in my
mouth and could have easily castrated him with my teeth.
He finished urinating on me and pulled his balls out of my mouth, then
walked around to the fucking machine as I gasped for air. He switched off
the machine, and pulled the dildo out of my ass. Then he lowered me enough
to undo the handcuffs and ankle restraints and said, "Okay, sir, game
over". With that he gently cradled me in his arms and carried me over to a
shower stall in the corner of the room. He sat me down on a shower stool
and turned on the tap. When it was just the right temperature, he stood me
up and let the warm water wash away all the funk from our session. When I
finished showering, he wrapped me in a luxurious white terry cloth robe
with the Ross family crest.
I was exhausted as I let him carry me up the stairs, through the library,
and up the grand staircase to my suite. He lay me on the bed, ran his
fingers through my hair and looked at me with his usual Angelic face, and
said, "Sir, I hope you know that everything I said was a part of the game".
"I'll never do that again if you so desire". I smiled at him and said,
"What are you doing tomorrow?".